Groupie (Rock-Hard Beautiful, #1)

by C.M. Stunich

“You going to stay the night, then?” Pax asks against my right cheek, the feel of his mouth on my skin sending goose bumps up across my arms. Wow. He's a serious prick, but he oozes sexuality. Maybe it's his only redeeming quality? “I … I don't know,” I say, because the thought of walking down the metal steps and leaving this bus behind makes me feel queasy. I know I don't know any of these guys, but I feel like I have a connection with a few of them: Muse, Cope, and Ransom. And then there's this sex thing with Pax … “Well, if you are, I'm up for another shag,” he says, standing up straight, tucking his fingers into the pockets of his black slacks. His button-up, tie, and jacket are also all black today, making him look sinister but irresistible at the same time. “After you left her tied up last night?” Ransom asks softly and Pax's grey eyes drift over to him. His look switches from cocky but bored to disgusted but triumph. Um. I watch their interaction play out with undisguised curiosity. Clearly, these guys have issues of their own to deal with. “Why the fuck would she want to screw you again?” “Because I'm bloody brilliant,” Paxton says, looking back at me, like he's waiting for some sort of confirmation from me. “Why did you run away like that?” I ask him and he raises both of his blonde brows. “Run away? Oh, love, I didn't run away. I was just done with you.” Ransom tenses up beside me, like he plans on kicking Pax's ass, but I stand up off the couch instead, looking ...